I need your poetry, to breathe you in feel your words flow through me, your name is whispered with each heartbeat, you have become a part of me, once I was incomplete, now sweet poet, you and your words have now made me whole.
Stuck in my psyche. Sometimes this shit's frightening to say the least, a beast bashing my brain from the inside out. Deranged, delusional as usual It's mental mutiny, a mind turning on itself.. Health deteriorating significantly a sad sight to see still I'm glad to just be. A feeling I try not to forget no matter how upset I may be, no matter how stressed I still feel blessed to be able to exist at all.
this terrestrial trance.. transformative and true. I love this space, I really do despite the thoughts torturing me, I feel free, free to be whoever and whatever at any moment really so it's quite silly to swim in the sorrow not expecting to drown as the raging sea of sadness drags me down down down.. it is the light lingering through the waves which pulls me to the surface where I can breathe once more.